an acrimonious and surly liberal

"The one," will take your freedoms -does already treat you as idiots- and promise you further livery. Slaves to material things, envious of even more, gluttonous, fools you're all. The poor messiah can't content a heart that yearns only for its own disappointment. In spite, your detractors mistake you for liberals, but freedom is anathema to the orderly plans to which you recklessly accede.